Saturday, May 17, 2014

Delilah Pelham’s brother, Paul,
is missing. She should probably be worried about that but honestly,
he’s been in trouble since the day he learned the words “trust
me." In fact, if it weren’t for his roommate, Carl, she would
gladly leave him to his fate.

Carl is a good guy, even if
he’s a bit of a dork. Okay, a large slice of a dork. Possibly the
entire cake.

But he wants to help, as do
his gamer friends, which is how Deli finds herself in the middle of
Hong Kong with the King of the Dorks, running from creepy guys with
slicked-back hair and shiny black guns.

Back at home, Carl’s friends
aren’t faring nearly as well. All they had to do was monitor the
situation and feed Deli’s cat while she was gone. How could that
possibly end in bloodshed?

There is an answer, of course, but
no one ever thinks to ask the cat.

Prosecution:

Got a bit dry here and there.

Defense:

Quick read and can we talk about funny? This is my kind of humor and the situations Deli finds herself in is right up my alley. Great to read by the pool (which I did!) and a super quick read.

Verdict:

4 stars. While I loved the humor and the writing style, some parts were quite long and I had to putter through to get to a better part. Quick read and clean enough to (secretly) read at work.

About the Author

Tiffany
grew up in the Seattle area in a time when the Super Sonics were huge
and Starbucks was just a store at the end of the Market. Tragedy
struck early in her life as her family moved to New Jersey mere
months before Bon Jovi’s “Slippery When Wet” album hit record
stores. It took nearly a decade to wean herself off the hairspray.
But Seattle called her back, so she went; eventually earning a degree
in Botany (pronounced “Bar tending”) at the University of
Washington.

She made one more valiant
attempt to leave the PNW after college by travelling around the
country doing not much of value and making very stupid decisions. She
is thankful every day that the internet was not a huge deal in those
years. Then Seattle called again so she picked up and moved home
where she spent many years being a scientist of middling talent in
several labs that she absolutely did not blow up—except for that
one time and everyone agreed not to talk about that any more.

Now she divides her time
between writing fiction and raising two kids who are wonderful but,
for some reason, won’t stop licking things.